This is written slightly different to my other stories, there's more of a narrative, so if you aren't a fan of this story, my others my interest you more.


The smell of roses and lilies.

The feel of the grass between my toes, and warm skin under my palms.

The sight of my own god, making my heart beat faster.

Seeing his eyes sparkle in delight.

We leaned towards each other. Lips skimming. Then-

"Please fasten your seat belts, as we are beginning our decent into Port Angeles." I groaned involuntarily. A 10 hour flight from London to Seattle, then another flight lasting an hour to Port Angeles, where my Half-Uncle was waiting.

You may ask why I have moved almost 5,000 miles away? Well I have two words for you, car crash.

I used to live with my Mum in our little bungalow in Cumbria, and we were happy there, I went to high school, and parties, and I had a job at the local pub as a waitress, and my mum worked at the hospital as a midwife for 12 hours a day. I admit I was always whining about something or other, but that was just me.

The pressure change in the plane made my head hurt, so I popped a boiled sweet in my mouth, and hoped that it would help relieve the pain.

My mum was the sister of the police chief of a little town called Forks, but I had never met Charlie Swan, as my mother moved away to England with her father, when she was 3 years old. My mother gave birth to me when she was 24, my dad disappeared shortly after, I have no pictures of him, he never contacted me, all I have is his last name, Umbra.

My grandfather died from lung cancer when I was 10, he enjoyed his many cigars and cigarettes. I'm guessing he wasn't Charlie's father as one, my mother never told me she even had a brother, and two the most obvious one, my mother was 5 years older than him, and I know enough of my mum's midwifery to know that, that isn't possible.

Anyway, back to the reasons I was moving to Forks. On the 29th October 2010, my mum was just in the wrong place at the wrong time, and received serious internal bleeding and a fatal head injury from a lorry at a roundabout.

When she died, I stayed with different friends for a while, but I couldn't keep relying on them all forever. So the courts traced my family back, and found a living relative, well two, Charlie Swan and his daughter Isabella, who I have heard was married in August of 2009 at the age of 18, that was ridiculous, but she has moved with her husband and her husband's family to San-Fransisco. Also her mother, who Charlie is divorced from, lives in Jacksonville with her new husband... and that is pretty much all I know about the person who is now my legal guardian. Other than he was more than happy to take me in.

I sighed and tied up my long red hair in a bun, knowing it was going to be at least 15 degrees outside, and with England in Winter where it has been in the negatives for the past 8 weeks at the least, it was going to be a shock.

"We have just landed in Port Angeles and the time is 18:32, I hope you enjoyed your flight and will fly with us again soon!" Came the cheery flight attendants voice from the overhead speakers. I waited until the rush of getting of the plane had died down slightly before I grabbed my Primark travel bag from the overhead locker, I may like to shop but I never said I had money, besides I'm not going to spend my mothers will money on a Louis Vutton bag, I am thinking of buying a car in a few months when I turn 17.

I stepped out of the cool plane and was hit with a wall of heat. Thankfully the sun was setting so at least it would be cooler soon. I quickly made my way through Customs, flashed them my passport, then grabbed my bag from the carousel, it wasn't too big as I was having some stuff posted and shipped, so I didn't have to buy too much.

I walked through the automatic doors, looked around and saw a Police car, where a balding man with a brown mustache streaked with grey, was leaning. I slowly made my way over to him. I was too clumsy for my own good. Even though I walked slowly, I still stumbled a few times. Finally the man noticed me and met me half way.

"So I'm guessing you are Marie?" He smiled at me and took my suitcase. I grinned sheepishly at him.

"How did you guess?"

"Well, lets just say clumsiness must run in the family," he chortled at my reddened face, "just like Bella."

He wiped his eyes and put my bags in the boot. He turned to properly looked at me, and whistled, "Woah, you are tall aren't you, you must get that trait from your father," he said in slight awe, I was known for my unusual height of 6 foot 2, but had gotten used to it as it did have some perks, like being able to see people in a crowded party. I inherited what must be my fathers blue eyes, as my mum's were a chocolate-brown, which I loved. I got my granddad's red hair though, and my mum's pin straightness along with the thickness, which made it good for plaiting, but hurt like hell if up for too long.

"Yeah, I'm guessing that isn't a family trait then?" He smiled and nodded then gestured for me to get in the car. Once we had pulled out of the airport Charlie spoke up.

"So tell me about your mother then."